Live at Discord Aggregate Intersection (www.discord-aggregate.com/TDAI), 4/29/2001. A selection from the album version of this piece is presented on the Discord Aggregate page here at Soundclick.

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A. Molotkov: spoken voice; Cindy Lubar Bishop, Kira Cane, Pamela Zero: vocals; Herb Heinz, Amy X Neuburg, Clint Taniguchi, Neil Bishop, etc: participation.

Ceramica Dolll dancing to the sounds of repetitive music. Clay limbs twist, rotate. Clay fingers rotate, twist. Rotate and twist all around. The building begin to shake and rattle. Rattle and shake the walls. Shake and rattle street, city, continent. Now the entire world dancing with Ceramica Dolll!
Dancing to evaporate! As the landscape fall dispersed, lobotomized Dolll dancing away the future, events and intentions fell scattered around us! Around us scattered thoughts and memories, scattered around us situations and premonitions. Faces and feers, facts and funny feelings! Now the entire scope of Universe dancing with Ceramica Dolll!

You snatch a situation - thank you - pleese - thank you - pleese - and here you are. You are here. We are addressing you from the inside of the situation. We are the ones who did it to the Dolll. You know what we meen. Would you like another one instead? Pick any one. Or two. Take three free if you wish! We have plenty! Scattered and dispersed, dispersed and scattered.

You take, you accept. You accept, you take. Now, YOU dancing with Ceramica Dolll!

But who knows one from another, and this from that? Who remembers the difference between? Who can still discern? Did we ever knock upon your door without a question that could not be answered? Have we bothered you with notions that allow practical application? When was the last time that we made sense?

So, you interrupt the dancing. You walk away from the window, the fall-apart exhibition left behind. Behide in the labyrinths of life, and we shall befind you. You shall not be alone.

But what is it? The carnival has penetrated the Building, and now the insanetary frigs are dancing inside. The Dolll, mounted on a bed of human hands, is being carried in. Be where of Ceramica Dolll!

Dancing inside we are dancing inside. Dancing inside finally dancing inside. Ceramica Dolll we shall take her inside, she dance for us, she dance in front of us, before our very eyes dance Ceramica Dolll. Hold the key to all connections in one hand, the net of time in other, she dance. She dance, Ceramica Dolll; clay limbs rotate, rotate, twist, twist. Clay fingers twist, twist, rotate, rotate. Now, the Building IS Ceramica Dolll. Ancient pillars rotate, twist. We twist, rotate among them. How escape?

Now, snatch out of her hand what we need. Take what we need, we need, we need. We need to take what we need. We need the need. Shall be insanetary and mind-bleek. Bleek as the skin of Ceramica Dolll. Let's snatch and have.
Make Ceramica Dolll dance for you!

Ceramica Dolll works for us. You know what we meen. It is we who operate the Dolll. We are addressing you from the inside of the moment. You can pick any second you like. Pick it now! Have an hour if you wish. We have plenty! The transcendent energy of dancing is accumulating in our brains. We want to manipulate! Operate and rule, rule and manipulate! You know what we meen. In transient nowhere of our dreems blank spots of your imagination are being filled, waiting to merge with Ceramica Dolll. We need the Dolll to have you, but you need us to be with the Dolll! You want to be with the Dolll. With the Dolll you want to dance, with the Dolll you want to rotate and twist! With the Dolll and only with the Doll, nowhere without, no before, no after, twist and rotate forever more. Not tomorrow, yesterday not. No other time, no place other. No nothing else!

Now, YOU dancing with Ceramica Dolll! Dolll, give YOU your hand! Take her by the hand, leed her into the circle, dance her, strangle her with music. Take a cord, wrap around her neck. Take a melody, wrap around her waist, waste her. Take a note, kick her on the clay head. Kick her head with note of music! Dancing oblivion with Ceramica Dolll! Proclaiming emptiness everyone be lobotomized like the Dolll! Frustrated energy of mind let free through the hole of skull! Let breethe air through hole, let knowledge pass in soft pleasant waves right from the Dolll into your mind. Your mind be open like shell.

ENTER THE CHINAMAN.

Many a time broken limbs he come. Many a crack on his skin. He not dancing, but jingling all over. To the rhythm of his jingling, Ceramica Dolll now dance! Who knows what the first what the second ... Dancing to the music or musicing to the dance? Meenwhile, the Chinaman, he combined of fragments and pieces, all ever broken apart now come together within him. All fragile, yet solid like iceberg. All jingling, jingling moving along, minds absorbed in hypnotizing repetitive sound. Now realize: the Chinaman has been jingling all along. Now you can heer.

Ceramica Dolll dancing with the Chinaman, the Chinaman musicing with the Dolll. What hold together, how come not collapse? Hot clay love now Sex Supreme! Orgasm forevered into parallel times, climax projected onto all possibilities. Everywhere be Sex, no place to stay sex-free. See shapes and feetures of future clay, the future reflected in clay, the past burned afire.
Ceramica Dolll, she the symbol of Oneness. The Chinaman, he the emblem of Inner Separation. Together merge. See what you can behold, listen to what you can heer!

Mass raw energy emitted into clay as Sex continue. Hot around us, and hot around you. A tongue of fire lick walls, snack on paintings. Another tongue lick away curtains. Licking and snacking, hungry fire's ire. All raw energy emitting, jingle and dance, dance and jingle.

You hot too. Cannot notice, cannot control yourself. Just hot, and Sex all over, all around. Now dance and jingle, you too find so. Jingle and dance, dance and jingle.
Behold what you can see, heer what you can listen to! Now YOU dancing jingling with Ceramica Dolll, Chinaman!

Clay limbs twist, rotate, touch in Sex Supreme!

Clay torsos rotate, touch, twist in hot permanento!

Clay lips and tongues touch, twist, rotate in innuendo end!

All around too, and all inside.

All inside, and meenwhile, all around.

Now, all between, and in the first place.

Now, as a matter of fact, and forever more.

Now, maybe because, and sometimes already.

The Chinaman works for us. You know what we meen. It is we who crafted him out of china. Need more be said? We are addressing you from inside yourself. Pick yourself out of all options. You can try it for a week, and then exchange. Take two if you wish. Get a package of personalities. We have plenty. The transcendent energy of musicing is accumulating in our brains. We want to manipulate! Operate and rule, rule and manipulate! You know what we meen. In the fleeting never of our illusions closed doors of your perception are being opened, waiting to merge with the Chinaman. We need the Chinaman to have you, but you need us to be with the Chinaman. You want to be with the Chinaman. With the Chinaman you want to music, with the Chinaman you want to jingle and jangle. No otherwise anymore. To be so. Jingle forever more. So to be.

Approximate all in subliminal harmony. No need for detail, not need to be specific either. No time to measure, not any location to be determined either. Unattached. Untouched. Welcome Ceramica Dolll, welcome the Chinaman! Dance, jingle us into oblivion of lobotomonotonous life. Jingle, dance us into forgetfulness of head-hole breath! Let all inside, then outside. Let all outside, then inside.

Criminal action upon any penetration of the dance, the dance to be continued. Criminal enforcement upon any dislocation of jingling, the jingling to prolong. Welcome all, dance jingle in clay perfection. Clay symbol upon the skull of earth, clay stamp upon the face of eternity. Persevere!
Feel all you can touch, as we recommend.

We twist, rotate in disjoint dance. You rotate, twist in the arms of Ceramica Dolll. The Chinaman embrace all, hold all firm as he jingle. Ceramica Dolll never stop, all that is motionless nonexistent. Dimensions of dance, time by jingle. Rotate and twist clay, clay twist and rotate. Now, WE dancing with Ceramica Dolll, jingling with the Chinaman!

NOW LOOK OUTSIDE.

Look outside, all unstoppable and insanetary bleek. Look as all move, no atom to stay in place, all to shift, rhythmically. Rotate, and as you rotate, do twist. As twist, do rotate too! As rotate and twist, jingle too!
All outside quite as we are, rotate and twist.

NOW LOOK INSIDE.

All inside quite as we are, twist and rotate.

NOW LOOK BEYOND.

All beyond quite as we are, jingle.

Now WE jingling with the Chinaman, dancing with Ceramica Dolll!

All merge, all one. All situations together, all time in knot. Choose one, choose two, or more. Choose all. Dance off the reality, jingle off the coincidence. Ceramica Dolll works for us. The Chinaman works for us. You know what we meen. We want you and you want us. You are Ceramica Dolll, you are the Chinaman! Twist and rotate, rotate and twist, shake and rattle, dance and jingle. Permanent orgasm lobotomized, insanetary frig Sex Supreme no stop to be envisioned. Touch all you can feel, as we recommend.